I was lying in bed this morning, looking at the clock and debating whether I could adhere to my plan of cycling into the office. Somehow, I managed to talk myself into it and, one 15 minute bike ride later, spent in the company of radio 2, I found myself at the office. This almost-entirely-downhill-morning-route is quite invigorating.

Having said that, my feet hurt, as does my backside.

When I lost weight a couple of years ago, I made a weekly track of how many pounds I was losing. Perhaps with the efforts to become a cyclist, I should track how many times it hurts to sit down. Or how many times I do a poo with the dent in it in the shape of a saddle.